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Do you want to say now? that there's a cannibal on the loose?

Fucking mind blowing.

I still have something from my lawyer. A mediation proposal.

Who is that gentleman?

A friend of mom's. -Not a friend of yours?

You let him go to his sweetheart.

Better that way than him sneaks out at night.

Thanks for talking to him.

Marie Vrancken was my mother. She was my everything.

But for the rest of the world she was unimportant.

Today I am no longer invisible and I have a responsibility

for those who have been forgotten to bring back into the light.

He begs on the street. Can't we help him?

Once I isolate the virus, I need a new test subject

to test for the virus.

But you also have a gold brooch stolen from our tired ones.

I'm not your buddy, I'm your dad.

Not for long. I'll get a new one anyway. -It's enough like this.

One that doesn't shoot children upside down.

Hey guys, come on.

Excuse me?

There's something wrong with my badge, I think. Sir?

A very strange murder case in Ostend today.

The victim was a doorman in an office building.

His body was perfectly preserved

and set up like a kind of statue at his desk

as if he were just working.

Dozens of people walked every day past the man, literally for days

and no one noticed that he was dead.

The time has finally come, mother. Finally the world will discover my work.

Finally they see what must be seen, mother.

Where is Styx?

I don't know where he is.

He doesn't answer and I need to speak to him urgently. Now.

He ran away yesterday and I don't know where to go.

Did something happen?

I don't know where he is. That's all.

Are you going to lock daddy up? -Fran...

What do you mean, Frannie?

She means: Are you going to arrest him?

Why would I arrest him?

So that's him?

Mom visited him in the hospital. Dad didn't like that.

That's okay. -It's your fault daddy isn't here.

You don't know what you're saying. -They'll put him in jail soon.

He doesn't deserve better. -Not true.

Hopefully they keep him there forever. -No, you're mean.

You must file a complaint. -Vic provoked him too.

That boy is fifteen, Styx is a grown man. You have to report him.

Isabelle, what you just told us, is serious.

Are you going to file a complaint?

The last thing the family needs right now, is an investigation of child welfare.

I will go with you personally.

I know Raf. He is not himself.

He would never hurt a child, let's face it stand Vic. You know that too, don't you, Lina?

Good.

I hope you're not blind to... -I know what I am doing.

We'll talk later.

Yes. Ciao. -Day.

Does it hurt? -Yes.

I'll put some more ointment on it.

Thanks, mom.

For what? -That you threw him out.

I'm sure your dad really regrets it very much.

Sorry.

Have you seen his eyes? And those veins in his neck?

I know, honey.

I don't know what it is, but I hope that he goes to a doctor quickly.

To the fucking psychologist.

So, hopefully that helps.

Can I leave tonight?

I thought you were in pain? -Just to Julie.

You are still punished. -Are you going to whine about that again?

Now suddenly I'm no longer a mother of the year, but now I'm a saw?

Mom, I found that thing on the street and I wanted to give it back. No more.

How many times do I have to say that?

Otherwise, invite her to come and eat.

I don't know if that... -Isn't it fun?

Or are we not allowed to see her?

Are you ashamed of her? -No of course not.

Or are you ashamed of us? -No.

Are you ashamed of us? -No, neither.

That is setteled then.

The day after tomorrow. -I will see.

And this evening? -Would you go to bed early?

Sleep well. -Sleep well.

Hey.

What are we doing there? -I could ask you the same thing.

You made it nice here. -I haven't gotten around to decorating yet.

How did you even find me? My phone?

Be careful, your hand. -Goddamnit.

You don't see a stitch here either.

Turn off the light. God... Lina, take that off.

What's wrong with you? -Nothing.

You do not look good. -That's why I want to sit in the dark.

Stop making fun of me.

What do you have? -An infection.

An infection. -Yes. With one or the other.

In any case, stay there. They don't know what it is yet.

She? -My doctor.

So you've already been to the doctor.

Did he also say something about the fact? that you attack little boys?

Have you been to my house? -Ah yes.

How is Vic? -How do you think he is?

I never knew you to be violent.

Lina, why are you here? To lecture me? What is it?

Here.

I should have believed you.

You have seen the perpetrator in person.

You found the bullet that he fired at you.

I hope your doctor prescribes a pill for it you have. You're going to lead that investigation.

...it can be done very easily here.

Mom isn't feeling much today to play with exactly.

Do you still think about that boy?

It's weird. He has left without saying anything.

Oh, people living on the streets...

Maybe he decided after a good one night's sleep that this wasn't for him after all.

He didn't sleep in the bed.

Maybe he was alone need a good meal.

We can offer our help, but you never know

whether it is accepted or appreciated.

True, but...

Maybe we should just be happy that he didn't take anything with him.

And our hospitality didn't cost us anything anyway.

Only...

I saw you go down together.

He wasn't feeling well.

I wanted to be sure that he was doing well and that was true.

Don't worry about him.

I'm sure wherever he is...

that it serves the purpose that fate had in store for him.

Ultimately everyone carries contribute something positive to the world.

Marcus. -Hello, doctor.

Raf has to be there this time. -Even if I have to drag him here.

He's against it.

He doesn't want to lose you he's going to miss you too much.

He's a good boy. You don't like him letting go. He completely loses his way.

Marcus... -Yes?

Do you remember telling me? that Raf has been here? The evening after...

That he didn't come, yes. -Yes.

He said he...

That he wanted to live? -Literal.

'You want to die and I want to live', that's what he said.

It's etched in my memory.

Did he say anything else? -Why? Was I right? Is something wrong with him?

No no. It's just something what keeps running through my head.

You shouldn't get so excited. -It will kill me again.

Sorry. I don't want to worry you.

Parents remain worried even in the coffin, you will experience that too.

You have the virus, yes. But how far are you?

I am busy with a promising experiment.

I do not have time right now for your promising experiments.

Damn I have attacked my own son.

Plus, there's finally a trail and soon I'll be too blind to follow it.

A track?

Yes. A victim has been found. I need something now, doctor.

We both know what you need. -Yes.

And we both know that I can't do that.

Do you still have it under control?

foundation

There must be another way.

He's beautiful, isn't he?

Doctor Ornelis and I We'll start the autopsy soon.

Shame actually.

Could I get a minute alone?

Sure, Chief Inspector.

Hey.

Hey. -Hey.

Everthing okay?

Super sweet.

Sorry about yesterday. I didn't want to push you.

Crevits found him. On a fishing boat, the Lady Fortuna.

I'm meeting him later today.

Is that wise?

There's something about him.

He had a brain scan done in the hospital.

The invoice was in the mail this morning. -Okay...

That might explain something, but...

It doesn't make him any less dangerous.

You don't know everything about him.

He's involved some very dirty things. Smuggling.

No, corruption. No seriously.

Stay away from him. Or let me come along.

Yes, that will calm things down. -I just want to help, okay?

Thanks for the flowers.

And if you want to help, you can.

Vic has been arrested for theft.

Theft? -He denies everything, of course.

I can't get a report Make disappear.

The group of friends where Vic hangs around with, can you check it out?

Do you have names? -One.

His girlfriend.

Everything fine?

Are you mad?

I lost your pin. -What?

I lost it and I can't find it anymore.

Are you angry?

Maybe he'll still surface, I think it fell off my sweater.

It does not matter. -No?

I'll find you another one. -Cool.

My mother wants you to come over for dinner. Tomorrow evening.

But if you don't feel like it, that's okay too. I mean, eating with parents...

No, I want to.

Yes? -Free food.

Inspector. -Thank you.

No family, no relationship. No contact with the neighbors...

He drank himself to death once a week in his local pub.

But they don't really know him there either. Besides ordering his beers, he said nothing.

You've been busy. -An 'sorry' would be nice.

Sorry we didn't believe you.

Sorry we thought you were with you shot your head in your own hand.

Sorry, you were right about your killer.

And now like you mean it. -I saw Vic's neck.

No comment? -He paid his rent via direct debit,

so it was going to take months before they knew he was gone.

I'm almost impressed.

If you had that kind of dedication too for the human smuggling file...

Not a single photo on the wall. No family album, no keys from the neighbors.

No Christmas card no birthday card...

Isabelle thinks you are sick. I think you're sick in the head.

He is murdered because he was an easy victim.

Because he was a complete loner.

And I don't think he's the last. -A serial killer?

A guy in a mask that looks like one or other morbid Ensor painting

who will display the corpse as if it were a statue.

Then you are sick in the head.

Maybe the chef isn't that stupid after all. A sick mind to catch a sick mind.

See you tomorrow, Tobias. -See you tomorrow.

Is Vic really mad at me?

What do you think?

I will apologize to him. -You don't do anything.

Isabelle, please.

What you're going to do is explain this to me.

What's going on, Raf?

That is nothing. It's just a check-up.

A check-up?

With a brain scan?

Do you have a tumor? -Jesus.

Yes, what should I think? With your father, maybe it runs in the family.

Isabelle, I don't have a tumor, okay?

Then what?

You say to Marcus: I want to live. You don't just say something like that, do you?

I've had a few problems, but it will all be fine.

How's dad, by the way?

He has set a new date.

Next Monday.

You better show up this time.

I do not get it. One day you see looking better than ever and now here you are...

Are you wearing foundation now?

Yes, I have a bit of a rash. That's all.

It will be all right. No problem.

Would you please take off those sunglasses?

Sorry, Isabelle. Sorry.

Here. I want you to renounce of your visiting rights.

If you want to see the kids, you have to take an anger management course

and see a psychiatrist. -I'm telling you it'll be fine, right?

I can also get an official restraining order to request. Say it.

Raf?

Raf?

His father also has a tumor. Is that it?

I can do this without the patient's consent don't really say anything about this at all.

Come on, I'm his wife. You don't just do a brain scan.

He doesn't have a tumor.

So what is it?

He becomes aggressive, he doesn't like food inside. It feels ice cold.

That is also why we scan it and have done all that research.

And found nothing?

Look. Sometimes, when there are difficulties At home...

you are a nurse, you know that too,

then it sometimes happens that a patient don't eat anymore, eat unhealthy...

if there are problems.

You say it's something mental?

The mental always has repercussions on the physical.

There's really nothing to see on that scan?

And all the research that you have done are negative?

You ask my advice?

Give him a little rest. Create some distance.

That will immediately have a positive effect on his state of mind.

So in short: I want to leave him, he's having a breakdown

and it's all my fault. -Madam...

I did not say that. -Thank you for your time, Doctor.

Daddy.

No, Frannie. Leave the window closed. -Why?

It is better this way.

Frannie, is Vic home? -Why?

Frannie, is Vic home? -I'll get him.

Vic...

Vic, boy. Sorry. Sorry. I didn't have that allowed to do. I've gone too far.

Why do you do that?

Daddy? Daddy...

Daddy.

Let me go. Help.

Stop shouting. Nobody can hear you.

Has anyone been downstairs?

No.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

You still have a heartbeat. -What do you mean?

You should have been transformed already. -Asshole. What are you doing with me?

Medical file patient Arek Hakobyan:

Administration of the virus has not yet the desired result.

That stuff you put in my body... -Shut up.

Have I overlooked something?

But of course, that's the problem. You still have a heartbeat.

You still have a heartbeat. -What do you mean?

What did you inject into my body? No no.

We are dealing with a very... sophisticated way of working.

I'll spare you the details, but the body is first completely dehydrated

by placing it in a bath of chemicals to immerse.

After that, all fluid and fat is in the body replaced with a silicone mixture.

It is then fixed in position where we found him.

We had to break it.

The creator must have special knowledge of the chemical processes.

Not to mention of human anatomy.

The creator? -The murderer, he means.

Glad you showed up. Even though it is dressed as a third-rate rapper.

The markings are clear on the neck visible from strangulation.

That is the cause of death.

The rest is post mortem. -Why are you standing there?

Because I'm in the right place here.

The knowledge and craftsmanship that speaks of this...

The man is an artist. -Or a dangerous lunatic.

Yes, but I don't use that word lightly. Tobias?

Tobias? -Yes sorry.

Still life 5? So he gives titles to his work.

You're right, Styx. This won't be the last ones we find.

It's a real plague, these burglaries. -That's why you founded that vigilante group.

The cops don't do anything. I'll tell you what, sir.

We are not important enough.

That human smuggling, yes... And that stuffed corpse. But us?

What do you think of this one?

We better wait. With the vigilante and all.

Yes, because now I'm getting short of breath. -And I can't tonight.

Why not? -That's none of your business.

I'm going to Vic's house for dinner, okay? -Pleasant. Come and play dinner.

Cindy, if you have something to say... -Will he come to your house too?

What? Don't imagine him to your father?

Be silent.

Or even better: a nice dinner with all the in-laws present.

Cindy, shut up.

They will look strange when they see you.

Sorry it's not better news. -No thanks. Then I know what's going on.

She's coming here for dinner tonight. -Are you okay?

His doctor says there's nothing physically wrong with Raf, but...

then I see him fold in half from the cramps and vomiting.

You've seen him, right?

Shall we talk about this later? -Okay.

OK Bye. -Ciao.

Will Vic's girlfriend do you like it?

Soup with meatballs? Who doesn't like that?

Maybe she's a vegetarian.

Oh dear... Vic must have said that, right?

Was that the gentleman from the hospital? on the phone?

Stir it up, honey.

Is he not allowed to see us anymore?

Dad did some things who really can't.

And before he can see you and Vic again, he has to work on that.

But he wants to see us, he regrets it.

He wants to make it right, he said sorry.

Has he been here?

Fran?

Vic wouldn't let him in.

He's sorry, Mom. He really regrets it.

Darling, when he's here again, then I want you to call me immediately. Okay?

And if you can't reach me, then you call the police. Yes?

Fran.

Fran.

Mom.

You do not have to be scared, that is performance art.

That is very realistic. Come.

What's the problem? -The screens have been hacked.

I cannot delete them. -Have you called yet?

Out of the shadows and into the light.

I see who you don't see.

Does it taste good? -It's very tasty, Mrs. Styx.

Just say Isabelle.

Thank you for inviting me. -I wanted to invite your parents too.

Mon.

My daddy would never have come.

Why not? -Not his thing.

And your mom?

We are not really the model family.

Neither do we. My dad is no longer welcome here.

Vic.

What? -We keep it fun.

Where's Fran?

Fran was tired. But she did want to get to know you.

I will go.

Your mom is cool.

Good evening. -What the fuck.

Sit down, Vic.

I know you've been there several times before had to appear before the juvenile judge.

Together with your friends.

Of course you understand that I don't want to that you're including Vic in this.

But I believe in second chances.

That's why I invited Wilfried.

I really didn't know anything.

Wilfried, take a seat. We have dessert, there is coffee.

Wait, Julie. What the fuck, mom.

Vic.

Apparently the internal system that the screens controlled from outside hacked.

The Computer Crime Unit is working on it.

Have we found cameras? in the apartment?

No.

Who is that crazy?

What does he want to tell us?

Tell me, honey.

Have you been to the lab?

What?

Well?

How could I have been there?

The key is in the top drawer from my desk.

You could have gone in with that.

Well?

I would never do that.

Vic, can we talk for a minute?

Mental impact on the physical.

My lair.

This is Raphaël Styx's voicemail, please call me back later. Thank you.

Hurry up. -My tire is flat. Just go.

I'll pump it up.

Okay.

Shelley. Shelley, come on.

Looking for daddy. Looking for daddy.

Thank you.

They found another one.

It's okay. You tried it.

Come on, Shelley. Come.

Daddy. -Shit...

Dad, wait.

Daddy?

Daddy? Daddy?

Daddy.

Dad, no. -Frannie, go away.

Daddy. Dad, open the door. -Frannie, go away.

Now.

Dad, you scare me. -Go away, go home.

No no... -Don't let that damn animal in.

Hello, we're going for a little ride.